I took a few days off last week to go camping at Branson, MO. It's a tourist trap of a different kind. Here, there's a lot of music shows, mostly catering to a person of a certain age, which apparently I'm approaching.
But there were lots of family activities. In fact, we talked about doing the fake skydiving adventure. Instead, we hunkered down at the camp site and enjoyed the summer sunshine. We tried our hand at fishing - I caught the first and only fish - a baby catfish.
And I read. A lot. It was heaven. I love reading outside in the natural light. This time, I was deep into non-fiction and finished three books over the few days. (Atomic Habits, Big Magic, and The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F***.)
Did you take a final summer vacation? Beach or mountains?